Ellie’s laughter is a relief, some absolution for his small gaffe, and Strange offers the girl a tight smile: self-aware, sardonic, amused at her amusement.
“Kinda puts a spin on Murphy’s Law, doesn’t it? We get the tools we need when we absolutely can’t use them anymore. Although realistically, I wouldn’t have been much help anyway — I’m retired.”
Despite that streak of grey at his temples, the man doesn’t look old enough to have retired from practice. Curious.
“Well, at least you don’t have to deal with brain fungi here.” After a second, he recalls in alarm what one of the other Riftwatch agents had explained about taking him to Kirkwall, about rifters and quarantine, safety precautions: “Unless— is that why I’m being taken to quarantine?”
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“Kinda puts a spin on Murphy’s Law, doesn’t it? We get the tools we need when we absolutely can’t use them anymore. Although realistically, I wouldn’t have been much help anyway — I’m retired.”
Despite that streak of grey at his temples, the man doesn’t look old enough to have retired from practice. Curious.
“Well, at least you don’t have to deal with brain fungi here.” After a second, he recalls in alarm what one of the other Riftwatch agents had explained about taking him to Kirkwall, about rifters and quarantine, safety precautions: “Unless— is that why I’m being taken to quarantine?”